歌词
Ricky's on the B-Plan
Working for the mailman
Check's in the post Ruth
Singing for the whole truth
And Daddy's on the mail train
Running out of rail track
Hope you know the way home
I think I'm gonna go roam
Factory gates standing still
Brother's in the church yard
Dogs waiting in the dust
Growing old like red rust
And Daddy's on the mail train
Running out of rail track
Hope you know the way home
I think I'm gonna go roam
Knew this town a long time
Left small in the mirror
Open road all night
It's our turn to take flight
And Daddy's on the mail train
Running out of rail track
Hope you know the way home
I think I'm gonna go roam
